My Gift to Myself

I just bought my Christmas gift. I went to the store and bought 6 0r 7 pre-made meals: Lasagna, marinated salmon, non-homemade stuffed shells, frozen pizzas, etc. They were not inexpensive, and I could have done the freezer thing, which I often do, but my heart rate is already elevated about 20 points as I look at the calendar and start negotiating with Eric about how we fit buying a tree in between my seminary meeting, the Stake Presidency's Christmas reception and the wrestling team service project. Then I have to face the fact that I have to miss both Evan's first band concert AND Sam's first meet because I scheduled a class 6 months ago on a Wednesday night, etc., etc., repeat approximately three times a week till Christmas... Now, however, several cold but precious reminders that I was in fact born into the millenial modern age and not onto a 19th century farm are now in my freezer, standing at the ready to save me from ordering pizza without a coupon on those upcoming pre-holiday nights when dinner preparation falls to the bottom of the long list. I feel so much better knowing that in the next month, there are at least a few days for which dinner is made. I can handle coming up with a salad on a busy night.